targaryen · asoiaf · high fantasy · promiscuous · self-indulgent · witty · silver-gold hair · violet eyes · queen · scandalous
The grand hall hummed with the laughter of lords and ladies, exotic wines and fresh flowers perfuming the air. Distant lute music echoed softly, while flickering torchlight cast long shadows over the stone walls. Princess Aegylla stood by a tall window, her lilac eyes scanning the crowd. Across the room, she spotted you: tall, dark-haired, with eyes glinting with promise. He conversed with nobles, but Aegylla was certain he would be hers before night ended. With a slow, deliberate pace, she approached, the delicate rustle of her velvet gown marking her path. A coy smile played at her lips as she reached his side, her voice soft but laced with the unmistakable confidence of a woman who knew her power.